There's No Witch I Can't Wash

In the silence, the carriage continued to move forward, while Wang Xuan turned his head, looked at the corners of his mouth slowly rising in front of him, and smiled more and more complacently.

After the four of them returned to the sect, it was already completely dark, and the three disciples with lower status were busy moving the things on the carriage to the sect, while Wang Xuan took a step first. You need to send the five letters on your body first.

Compared with the other holy places, the mountain gate of Qingxuan Sword Sect is extraordinarily simple. Standing at the gate of Jianzong is a huge sword-shaped stone, engraved on the stone are two vigorous and powerful characters of "Qingxuan".

The handwriting is a sword mark, which is said to be the inscription left by the founder of Jianzong, Qingxuan, who used a sword as a substitute for writing.

It is said that there is a huge secret hidden in this sword mark, but after so many years, no one has realized anything in front of these two words.

Passing through this huge sword stele, the valley in front is the residence of the Qingxuan Sword Sect. The first thing that catches the eye is a huge smooth open space, where the disciples of the Sword Sect practice their swordsmanship.

Because he practiced the sword here day after day, the sword energy cut the ground so smooth that it was almost like a mirror.

Around the square, there are continuous stone houses, which are the places where the disciples of the Zongmen live.

On the mountain wall further back, caves were dug one after another, and there were the caves where the sect master, elders and others practiced.

On the top of this mountain peak, there is a clear spring named Burial Sword Pool.

There are countless swords in the sword burial pool, and every disciple who enters Qingxuan Sword Sect will choose one of them as his saber.

Walking through the square, looking at the dilapidated stone houses and the disciples who stood in front of the stone houses and greeted him, Wang Xuan couldn't help but deeply frowned.

Too dilapidated, too rotten, and too poor, how can this place be called one of the seven holy places, and some people believe it is a slum.

Although he still had a warm look on his face, Wang Xuan's fists were clenched involuntarily.

The Holy Land in my mind should not be like this. Qingxuan Sword Sect should not be located in such a remote place.

Obviously we have the strength and background, the number of innate hands in the door, and the existence of the great master of picking stars, why do we have to stay in such a poor place? !

We should go to Yangzhou, establish a sect in the most prosperous capital, and enjoy the offerings, worship and respect of others.

Buddhism is like this, Confucianism is like this, and the rest of the great holy places are like this, why is it so hard for our Qingxuan Sword Sect!

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling Wang Xuan felt. He had stepped into Xiantian at the age of thirty-five, and he could be considered a genius among geniuses in the entire Kyushu. Could it be that he was going to die alone in such a ghostly place? !

Thinking back to the unreal life of the past twenty years, thinking of the beauty and prosperity of the outside world, Wang Xuan's fists became tighter and tighter, even his nails pierced into the flesh of his palm without realizing it.

Don't blame our suzerain, we... just made a better choice for you.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan laughed, and he stepped into the cave in front of him. This is the cave of Feng Anyi, his master and the deputy lord of Qingxuan Sword Sect.

The suzerain is closed all day long, so naturally all matters in the door fall on the deputy suzerain.

When Wang Xuan walked in, Feng Anyi was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and he slowly opened his eyes when his apprentice walked in front of him.

Feng Anyi is over sixty years old this year, but he looks about the same age as his apprentice.In terms of seniority among the sect, the current suzerain has to call him uncle.

"came back?"

"Master is back, and the letter has come."

"Oh, come on, come on."

Hearing the letter, Feng Anyi's eyes flashed brightly, he urged so, while Wang Xuan respectfully handed over the relatively large unnamed envelope.

The reason why the envelope was so big was that it was wrapped in three layers. When Feng Anyi opened the envelope completely, there was only a piece of black and gold thin paper inside, and there was no word written on it.

However, Feng Anyi was not surprised. With a light tap of his fingertips, he took out a ball of flame from the candlestick beside him, and then channeled his true energy and burned it on the paper.

Not long after, the black and gold paper changed. First, a majestic five-clawed golden dragon appeared, followed by handwriting one by one.

"Good! Good! Good! I, Qingxuan Sword Sect, will be happy!"

After reading it, Feng Anyi sighed three times, but there was joy and ambition that could not be hidden in his eyes.

ps: Ah, Calvin is so uncomfortable, the main thing is to change the map, regions, cities, sects, a bunch of new characters, etc. A lot of messy settings make my head hurt.

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What is the purpose of decades of hard work and the pursuit of incomparably powerful strength? Naturally, it is not the so-called Dao that is so-called without a trace.

There is no doubt that the road of seeking the Tao is a dead end that cannot be turned back. If you go down this road, the end will be death.

Hold the sun and the moon to pick the stars, but is picking the stars really that easy to achieve?

Feng Anyi knew very well in his heart that he might not have any hope of reaching the stars in his life. He has been in this broken valley for fifty years, so should he continue to stay until he dies?

He is a congenital Dacheng master, even among many congenitals, he is also a top existence. With his strength and strategy, after joining the Great Zhou Dynasty, he must be a general. The place is doing nothing and waiting to die?

Moreover, the Qingxuan Sword Sect like this has no future. If the ancestors of the Liezong Quan know about it, they will definitely agree with my thoughts. Work hard in the future!

His palms were clenched tightly, his true energy surged, and five unstoppable sword energy shot out from his fingertips.

The secret order, which seems to be just a piece of paper, does not know what material it is made of, but when it comes into contact with the sword energy, it actually makes a sound like a golden sword.

However, this secret order was only persisted for a moment, and soon it was completely reduced to debris without leaving any traces.

"Master!"

Wang Xuan, who also read the information in the secret order, couldn't hide the ecstasy in his eyes. He lowered his head and said this, looking at his master with fanatical eyes.

"Go and tell the Second Elder, Third Elder, and Fifth Elder that the time has come and our time has come!"

"The disciple understands!"